Making our way home

Chapter 5

That night peter dreamt of warmth, he was back home in his small cosy apartment surrounded by his aunt and his two best friends. He was so happy in that dream that for a moment he thought it was real, but in reality, it was just a memory, and it was all that it would ever be from that moment forward, just a memory, that with time he would probably forget.

That warm and nice feeling went away as quickly as it came, being replaced by a cold dread that entered his bones. Peter woke up with the sun hitting his face. Squinting his eyes open he couldn't help but feel the disappointment at confirming that yesterday events were very much real, before he opened his eyes it was his last chance of this being a lie, but it wasn't. It wasn't his room back in Queens, he couldn't hear the cars below, or the footsteps of his neighbour that always wore high heels, he couldn't see any cracks on his ceiling or his crappy view, no, that was all gone, replaced by the silence and luxury.

Stretching his limbs, Peter felt like he was hangover, not that he knew how it was having an hangover, he never touched a drop of alcohol in his life, but he could imagine it felt exactly like this. His head hurt, a pounding feeling was persistent with every second, his throat felt dry, and he didn't even have to look in the mirror to know that his eyes were bloodshot.

"Peter-" Peter almost jump out of his skin when his thoughts were interrupted by a voice that seemed to come from nowhere.

Looking franticly around the room trying to spot the intruder he notices that the room was empty, and to his surprise the chair was still blocking the door. He thought that by now someone would have taken the door down. How nice of them he thought sarcastically.

"Who's there?" Peter whispered shouted still trying to locate the intruder.

"Apologies Peter, I am FRIDAY the towers AI" the voice talked again.

Peter's eyes widen and for a moment he forgot where he was, his mind filled with amazement as he discovered this new information "An AI that's so cool" Peter muttered to himself not helping but be excited to be talking to such advanced AI.

"If I may, breakfast was made for you in the kitchen" The robotic voice said "it would be advisable for you to attend" the AI added.

His excitement was cut short with such news, of course he knew he had to get out of this room sometime soon and eat. He hadn't eaten anything in over a day, with his rumbling stomach he was starting to regret having thrown his soup against the wall, although at the time it seemed a good idea to get his point across, but now not so much.

Getting out of the bed, Peter finally took a chance to look around the room. The room was huge, like three times his room at home. The bed with blue covers was at the centre of the room. An empty desk across the room right in front of the window, next to it a stand full of books that from where he was sitting he couldn't see the titles.

But Peter actually gasped from what he saw next in a stand, a lightsaber. Peter literally ran over there and with care he picked it up and turn it on, emitting a light blue colour and a slight buzz emitting the noise from the movies, it was so real that he was afraid to even touch the light afraid that it would actually work. Peter was mesmerized by the lightsaber so much he had to force himself to put it back on the stand. Next to it was full of boxes of Legos sets. Ones that were always too much expensive for peter to buy, and others that he has never seen on the market.

Peter shocked his head stepping back, what was he thinking liking this place, admiring these things, he would trade this room, this lightsaber and all Legos of the world for going back home, he would trade everything to just go back home.

This time his attention was directed to the two extra doors of the room. Opening the first he saw that it was a closet, an enormous one full of new clothes all his size and taste he notices, it even included his much-liked graphic t-shirts. Opening the other one he was struck by a white modern bathroom.